The Final Dance

But then you never returned.
And something orphan slipped from my cheek,
A naked dance
full of black solemn love,
round and so full
of evening stars
sitting and sewing a song so pure unheard before
You never came,
so I announced my happy song
emancipating from the almond-shaped walls.
One such wall sits above my slender nostrils.
And then, I revolved & twitched like the galaxy.
a stain stuck to my dress of love.

Look at me,
goddess of rivers and hallucinations.
I create art with my this eternal sea.
A dance I perform today,
with a hiccupping sigh,
transmission lines pressed between my palms.
I am the goddess of Dance.

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A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
Curator of Olive Skins.